The moon is a god
It is best to thank him.
The night is the time of spirits; of the dead
It is best to stay inside
The moon calls out to Eve;
Whispers sweet nothings in her ear every night she watches him;
Lord of an endless sky
She knows the stories of the moon,
Knows he is dangerous.
The moon used to have a wife but she jumped from the sky;
Her bones spread all over the world but the moon says that didn’t happen
The grass is rough beneath her bare feet;
Mosquitoes cut at her skin
There is something encased in the moon,
The wife who was supposed to have perished.
Of all the beautiful things Eve has experienced nothing compares to the splendour of the god’s wife
A woman with gleaming ebony skin;
Enrobed in livery of moonlight.
Eve reprimands herself for not presenting an offering but the moon says her flesh will be enough
The moon informs Eve of his wife’s imminent demise
She imagines the god’s wife with a shattered skull;
Fractures in her long legs,
Her mangled body on the grass.
Eve doesn’t want the euphoria she experienced from gazing upon the woman in the moon to dissipate
The moon says it has to happen;
It is just how things have always been
‘You will be his new wife’ the god’s wife says;
She hangs Eve in the sky
The moon welcomes her to his household and tells her she is the prettiest one so far
Cold rocks fall,
The previous wife falls to the crust as meteorites,
Crowds gather to lay offerings to the falling lights
Months later, scientists discover a new constellation
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